It seems quite easy, until it's your turn

It's make it or break it; life or death

If you win you still live

If you lose, you die a shameful death

My dad always said you drive for show

Your game displayed for the world to see

Then at last you putt for dough

With energy still running through your body, you think you will win it for the final turn

But for me it's harder than that

Once I hit it there's no turning back

The mallet is swung, motion is set

It touches the ground, rolls, rolls, rolling

It breaks as planned

Time slows down, feet roll off

It's kinetic energy slows, the air in my lungs goes

Then it drops in the hole

The crowd erupts, relief floods into my system

I made it, I won the game, lived, survived, until the next game to come

For the game of Golf